Mystery’s embrace, we play a game most foul, A dance of shadows, where whispered vows howl. Our hearts entwined in a deceitful spree, A paradox of love’s own treachery.

We circle, locked in a masquerade of touch, With every caress, our desires clutch. A fiery passion, veiled as cruel jest, A heart’s gambit, where no soul finds rest.

Beneath the moon’s cold, indifferent gaze, We lay bare our souls, through the night’s haze. In your eyes, a tempest, wild and gray, Reflecting my own turmoil, in disarray.With urgency, a hunger deep and raw, In halls of shadowed longing, we withdraw. A whisper, fierce, a promise in the dark, A plea for union, where passion sparks.

This game we play, a cruel, twisted fate, Binding us tighter, through love and hate. An endless cycle of joy and despair, In this dance, a love beyond compare.Our promises, like whispers in the night, Fleeting, yet charged with a desperate plight. For in this dance, we both seek and fear, A connection so profound, yet unclear.

A battleground, not of swords, but of souls, Where control is lost, and surrender, our goal. A declaration, bold, yet laced with dread, In this night, where caution we willingly shed.

Against the backdrop of a starless sky, We dare to love, though it tears us awry. A paradox, where love and destruction meet, In every defeat, our hearts still beat.In the shadows, we find our deepest truth, A testament to the folly of youth. Yet, in this game, where we both come undone, A unity, in the tearing, is won.

So let us dance, amidst fear and delight, For in the darkness, we find our light. A wicked game, where love is the art, In the tearing, we discover our heart.